My sister called me the other day and told me that she wanted to redecorate the guest bedroom in her house. She said that it was beginning to get old and boring. She and her husband just moved into the house two years ago and she never spent any time in the guest bedroom, so it seemed silly to me to redo it, but that was what she wanted to do. She asked me to come over and help. I never turn down my sisters when they need me for anything, so I went over after work one day to assist her with the process. When she said redecorating, she really meant redoing. Completely redoing. When I got over there, the house was freezing, which was really unusual. The thermostat was set to sixty five degrees and the air conditioning was blowing hard through every single vent in the house. I found my sister upstairs, huffing and puffing, trying to drag a queen sized mattress out of the guest bedroom by herself. I watched, horrified, as it kept falling over on top of her. I ran over to help her and asked why it was so cold in the house. She said that it had to be that way when she was working because it got hot. Over the weekend, we ended up repainting the entire bedroom, changing it from a dark blue to a light gray. We moved dressers, nightstands, bed frames, and large rugs. We definitely broke a sweat and by the time the room was completed, I completely understood why she had the air conditioning so cold and appreciated it.